"Train Ride: Bossy Lady Bound."

busty white office lady, groped, stripped and fucked on crowded train , packed with male commuters in Japan

The train groaned under the weight of bodies packed tight, the humid air thick with the scent of sweat and pressed wool. Yua adjusted her blazer, the silk blouse beneath clinging to her curves, the top buttons straining against her heavy tits. She knew the risk of riding this line at rush hour—knew the way men’s eyes lingered, the way fingers “accidentally” brushed her ass when the car lurched. A hand—rough, insistent—slid up her thigh. She gasped, but the crush of bodies left no room to turn, no space to see who it belonged to. Fingers tugged at her skirt, hiking it up as another palm cupped her breast through the thin fabric, thumb circling her nipple in slow, deliberate strokes. Her pulse hammered. She should shove them off. Should scream. But the quiet thrill coiled low in her belly, and when a third hand slipped between her legs, rubbing her through soaked panties, she bit her lip and arched into the touch. “Look at her,” a voice muttered in Japanese, close to her ear. “Begging for it.” The zipper of her skirt gave way. Cold air hit her bare ass as someone yanked it down. She was already wet. They knew it. The train jolted. A hard cock pressed against her. No turning back now.

The cock ground against her ass, thick and insistent through the fabric of a stranger's slacks. Yua’s breath hitched as hands groped her bare thighs, fingers digging into soft flesh while another set pulled her blouse open, buttons pinging against the floor. Cool air licked her exposed tits, nipples hardening instantly under greedy palms. “Spread,” a voice growled behind her—and she did, thighs parting as fingers hooked into her panties, yanking them down just enough to expose her dripping cunt. Someone spat, the wet heat landing between her cheeks before a thick finger pressed into her, curling deep. Yua moaned, the sound swallowed by the rumble of the train. A different hand fumbled with a belt buckle, the metallic clink barely audible over her racing heartbeat. Then the hot, blunt pressure of a cockhead nudged against her, the tip already slick with her arousal. She braced against the nearest pole as the first thrust sank in—stretching her, filling her—before pulling out almost completely, teasing. “Fuck her properly,” another man muttered, pressing closer. Teeth scraped her shoulder. “Don’t make her wait.” The next thrust drove her forward, her tits bouncing as the cock buried itself to the hilt. A rough palm clapped over her mouth, muffling her choked cry. The rhythm started brutal, hips slamming into her as more hands roamed—pinching her nipples, squeezing her ass, spreading her wider. The train swayed, jostling them together, every movement forcing him deeper. Yua’s legs trembled. She couldn’t even see their faces. Didn’t need to. The heat pooling low in her belly was answer enough.

The cock pounding into her pulled out suddenly, replaced by another—thicker, rougher—sliding in with no warning. Yua whimpered, her cunt clamping down around the intrusion as a second set of hands spread her ass cheeks wide. Spit dripped down her crack before a fingertip circled her tight hole, pressing in shallowly just as the new cock bottomed out inside her. "Tighter than I thought," a deep voice grunted behind her, fingers digging into her hips hard enough to bruise. Every snap of his hips made her tits jolt, her nipples stiff under the calloused fingers rolling them roughly. Another man leaned in, his breath hot on her ear. "Take another one in that pretty mouth." Before she could react, a different cock pressed against her lips, already leaking. She opened on instinct, the salt-bitter taste flooding her tongue as he thrust deep into her throat. Hands fisted in her hair, holding her still while she gagged around him, spit dripping down her chin. The train lurched, throwing her body forward—forcing her back onto the cock buried inside her, making the one in her ass push deeper. The stretch burned, but the pleasure was sharper, brighter, her body writhing between them. "Look at her," someone laughed, low and dark. "Can't even scream." Yua's vision blurred. She was nothing but holes now, used and filled, her pleasure building under their relentless rhythm.

The cock in her mouth pulled free with a wet pop just as the one in her cunt pistoned harder, angling deeper—hitting a spot that made her toes curl in her heels. Saliva smeared across her chin as another man grabbed her jaw, tilting her face up to his hard-on. “Clean it,” he demanded, dragging his shaft across her swollen lips before stuffing himself back down her throat. Behind her, the thick fingers working her asshole pressed in deeper, scissoring her open as the cock fucking her pussy slowed—only to be replaced by a new, heavier thrust. The stretch was unbearable, exquisite, her body trembling between the brutal rhythm of one man drilling her from behind and another filling her mouth. A sharp slap stung her ass cheek. “Squeeze tighter, slut.” She clenched involuntarily, drawing a groan from the man hilted inside her. The hand on her hip slid forward, fingers finding her clit, rubbing rough circles just as the cock in her ass began to thrust in time. She came hard, her scream muffled by the dick in her mouth, her cunt pulsing around the cock buried deep. But they didn’t stop—just fucked her through it, the man behind her grunting as he pulled out, his release splattering hot across her back. Another took his place immediately, hands gripping her waist, his tip already nudging at her abused hole. The train slowed. No one let go.

Yua’s thighs quivered as the new cock speared into her, still slick with her own juices and the remnants of the last man’s spend. The stretch burned worse this time—thick and unrelenting—but the pain only sharpened the pleasure coiling tighter in her gut. The man in her mouth fucked her throat in short, brutal strokes, his fingers tangled in her hair, forcing her head up and down in time with his thrusts. A fresh hand groped her bouncing tits, pinching a nipple hard enough to make her arch, her cry stifled around the cock stuffing her mouth. The rhythm was relentless now, two cocks pistoning into her in uneven, punishing strokes, the train’s vibrations only adding to the overwhelming sensation. Someone leaned in, biting the back of her neck. “Gonna fill you up again,” he snarled, his hips slamming into her ass hard enough to send her lurching forward, nearly choking on the dick down her throat. His fingers dug into her hips, dragging her back onto him, his cockhead grinding deep inside her. The train jolted to a stop. The doors hissed open. None of them slowed. A grunt, a shudder—hot cum flooded her ass just as the man in her mouth pulsed, spilling down her throat. She swallowed reflexively, her own climax building again, her cunt clenching greedily around nothing. A new voice, closer to the door. “Move over. My turn.”

The fresh hands on her waist were rougher, jerking her back onto her knees as the last man pulled out, leaving her gaping. She barely had time to inhale before a new cock speared into her pussy—thicker, stretching her wet walls in a single brutal thrust. The man at her mouth didn’t relent, shoving himself deeper, his balls slapping her chin as she choked around him. Someone grabbed her hair, yanking her head back, exposing her throat as another cock slid between her lips, bypassing her mouth entirely to rut against her tongue. The salty tang of sweat and pre-cum flooded her senses. Fingers pinched her clit, sharp and precise, sending jagged pleasure up her spine just as a palm cracked against her ass. "Still tight as fuck," the new man grunted, his thrusts erratic, hips pistoning hard enough to make her knees slide on the sticky floor. The train doors hissed shut, trapping them in the rhythmic creak of the car, the wet slap of skin on skin. A stranger’s thumb pressed against her asshole, testing the stretch before pushing in alongside the cock already buried inside her. The double fullness wrenched a broken moan from her throat, vibrating around the shaft stuffing it. "Good girl," someone muttered. "Take it." The train lurched forward again, and so did they.

The newest cock in her cunt hammered deeper with every lurch of the train, the man’s grip bruising as he used her hips like handles. The thumb in her ass worked in tandem, twisting slightly with each thrust, stretching her further. She could feel every ridge of his shaft, the brutal drag of him filling her to the hilt before pulling back—only to slam home again. Her mouth was a mess, saliva and pre-cum dripping down her chin as the cock between her lips fucked her throat in shallow, relentless strokes. The man behind her leaned forward, his breath hot on her ear. "Gonna wreck this pussy," he growled, sinking his teeth into her shoulder as his hips snapped forward. The sting of pain sent another shock of pleasure through her, her cunt fluttering around him. The thumb in her ass crooked, rubbing against that sensitive spot inside, and she spasmed—her moan strangled by the cock in her mouth. Someone chuckled darkly, fingers tightening in her hair. "Look at her," they muttered. "Fucking loves it." The train rattled around them, the rhythmic clatter of tracks syncing with the slaps of flesh, the choked gasps as she struggled to breathe between thrusts. A new hand cupped her breast, rolling her nipple between rough fingers, tugging just shy of pain. The cock in her cunt pulsed, the man’s rhythm faltering as he groaned. "Fuck—gonna—" He didn’t finish, just buried himself deep, his release flooding her, hot and thick. She whimpered around the shaft in her mouth, her own orgasm cresting again, her body clenching desperately around nothing but the aftershocks. But the man behind her didn’t pull out. Just ground deeper, his breath ragged. "Not done yet," he muttered, rolling his hips to keep himself hard inside her. Across the car, another zipper lowered. The doors slid open at the next stop. No one moved.

The fresh arrival didn’t waste time—he gripped her jaw, wrenching her mouth free from the other man’s cock with a slick pop. Before she could gasp for air, he was shoving his own length between her lips, thick and demanding. The taste of salt and musk hit her tongue as he bottomed out in one brutal stroke. Behind her, the man still buried in her cunt gave a dark laugh, his fingers digging into her hips as he picked up the pace again, driving into her with renewed force. The thumb in her ass twisted deeper, pressing against that spot that made her back arch, her body quivering between them. A second pair of hands slid over her ass, spreading her cheeks wider just as another cock nudged against her stretched hole. She tensed—but the man at her pussy held her steady, his grip unforgiving. "Relax," he growled. "Take it." The stretch was blinding as the new cock pushed in alongside the first, her walls straining to accommodate the double thickness. The man in her mouth fucked her throat in shallow, ragged thrusts, his fingers tight in her hair. The train jolted, sending them all forward—her body lurched, impaling herself deeper on both cocks, a scream muffled around the one in her mouth. Someone groaned. "Fuck, that’s tight." The rhythm was brutal now, every movement dragging her between them, overstimulated and trembling. The man at her ass gave a sharp thrust, seating himself fully, his hips flush against her. "Gonna ruin you," he muttered, his breath hot against her neck. The train doors slid shut. The next stop wouldn’t come soon enough.

The new cock in her ass didn't wait—it pistoned in hard, splitting her wide as the other man's shaft ground against it inside her. Every thrust forced a choked gasp past the dick filling her mouth, her throat fluttering around him reflexively. The stretch bordered on painful, her body bowed between them, suspended by rough hands and relentless momentum. Fingers twisted her nipples sharply, pulling another muffled cry from her. The man in her pussy groaned, his grip bruising as he fucked her through the tight squeeze of her walls. "Fuck, that's it—clench on me just like that," he snarled, his pace turning erratic. The cock in her ass withdrew slightly, then slammed back in, the impact shuddering through her. The man at her mouth pulled out just far enough to let her gulp air before shoving back in, his balls slapping wetly against her chin. Saliva spilled down her neck, mixing with sweat. "Look at her," someone muttered. "Taking every inch." She could feel the heat building again, her cunt fluttering wildly as the friction between the two cocks inside her sent sparks up her spine. The men groaned in unison—then the one in her pussy came hard, his release flooding her as his hips jerked against her ass. The cock in her mouth pulsed next, thick spurts hitting the back of her throat as she swallowed desperately. But the man in her ass didn’t stop—he fucked her through it, his thrusts turning rougher, deeper. "Your turn," he growled against her ear. The train lights flickered. The doors stayed shut.

The cock in her ass drove deeper, forcing her forward onto the one still filling her mouth. Her body was a wrung-out mess, trembling between them, yet the man at her back showed no mercy. His grip on her hips was iron, pulling her onto each thrust with a wet slap of skin. The taste of cum lingered in her mouth, thick and salty, as the man in front of her finally pulled out, wiping himself on her lips before stepping back. Her breath came in ragged gasps, but the reprieve was brief—another hand fisted in her hair, yanking her head back. A different cock nudged against her lips, already slick with pre-cum. She opened obediently, letting him push in with a groan. Behind her, the man in her ass angled his hips, changing the pressure just enough to make her toes curl. “Gonna fuck you full,” he muttered, one hand sliding around to rub her clit in rough circles. She jerked, whimpering around the cock in her mouth as sensation overwhelmed her—oversensitive but still wound tight. The train lurched, throwing them all forward, and the man in her ass used the momentum to slam deeper, his balls slapping against her soaked folds. The stretch burned now, her hole clenching involuntarily around him, milking his cock as his breath turned ragged. “Fuck—gonna—” His warning was cut off by a low groan as he came, pulsing inside her, his fingers digging bruises into her hips. The cock in her mouth twitched too, spilling down her throat in thick bursts. The doors chimed. Still, no one moved. A hand stroked her spine. “One more,” a voice murmured. She barely had time to register the words before a new cock pressed against her well-used pussy, nudging past swollen, sensitive flesh. She tensed—but strong hands held her in place as he pushed in, filling her all over again. The train sped on.

The new cock slid in with a wet, shameless noise, her overfilled cunt gripping him tight even as she shuddered. The man behind her groaned, his hips rolling slow and deep, savoring the slick heat. “Christ—still so tight,” he muttered, dragging his fingers through the mess of cum dripping from her ass. A hand fisted in her hair again, forcing her to take the cock in her mouth deeper. She choked, throat fluttering around him as he fucked her face with lazy, possessive strokes. Every exhale was a ragged noise against his skin, her lips swollen and slick. The man in her pussy picked up the pace, his thrusts turning sharp, deliberate. The stretch was punishing now—her body burning, her nerves alight. The man at her ass hadn’t pulled out yet, his softening cock still wedged inside, adding to the overwhelming pressure. “Look at her,” someone said, low and rough. “Takes it so fucking good.” A thumb pressed against her clit, rubbing tight circles just as the cock in her pussy hit that sweet spot deep inside. Her back arched, a broken moan vibrating around the dick in her mouth as pleasure coiled tight. The man fucking her grunted, his grip on her hips turning brutal. “Come on,” he urged, slamming into her harder. “Let go.” She shattered with a muffled cry, her cunt clenching wildly around him. The man in her mouth groaned, thrusting deep as she spasmed, her throat working around him. The train slowed. The doors hissed open. No one stopped.

at he next stop she's taken to "the wet beaver strip club, owned by the Yakuza which means the start of a her porn career

--- The doors slid shut behind her as rough hands dragged her off the train, her legs barely holding her up. The neon glare of the Wet Beaver sign buzzed overhead, casting everything in garish pink light. She stumbled forward, thighs still slick with sweat and cum, the chafed ache between them a constant reminder of what she’d just endured. The bouncer at the door—thick-necked, knuckles scarred—barely glanced at her before nodding them through. Inside, the air was thick with cigarette smoke and the musky tang of sex. The stage pulsed under the weight of grinding bodies, but no one was here just to watch. A man in a tailored suit stepped forward, his fingers tipping her chin up. "You'll do," he said, thumb smearing the spit still glistening on her lips. "First audition’s now." Someone shoved her toward a private booth, the leather sticky under her knees as she hit the floor. A hand fisted in her hair, yanking her head back just as another cock nudged against her mouth—already hard, already demanding. She opened up, the taste of salt and leather hitting her tongue as he pushed in. Behind her, fingers spread her ass cheeks wide. A slick, blunt pressure pressed against her ruined hole. No prep. No mercy. The man in her mouth smirked, rolling his hips deeper. "Welcome to your new job," he murmured, just as the cock in her ass slammed home. The club music drowned out her choked gasp. No one cared.

The cock in her ass thrust hard, stretching her raw hole with each brutal push. Her fingers clawed at the man’s thighs, nails digging in as he fucked her without pause, the slick sound of him sliding in and out lost under the bass thump of the club. The man in her mouth grunted, his grip tightening in her hair, forcing her to take him deeper as he pulsed against her tongue. She could feel the third man now, his rough hands kneading her tits, pinching her nipples until she whimpered around the cock stuffing her mouth. "Good girl," the suit murmured from the shadows, watching as another man stepped forward, unbuckling his belt. "Let’s see how many you can take." The new cock pressed against her swollen lips, smearing pre-cum across her cheek before she even had time to catch her breath. She sucked him in, gagging as two dicks filled her mouth at once, stretching her jaw wide. Behind her, the rhythm grew rougher. A slap landed hard on her ass, the sting making her clench—only for the man in her cunt to groan and shove deeper. "Fuck," he gritted out, his hips slamming into her. "She’s got a career ahead of her." The suit chuckled. "Oh, she’s just getting started." A fourth man stepped forward, his fingers hooking into her sopping cunt from behind, spreading her wide. No breaks. No reprieve. Just the unreleting rhythm of use.

Yamato’s voice cut through the haze of sweat and sex, smooth as the liquor he sipped from a lowball glass. His fingers flicked toward the ceiling, where security cameras hummed, lenses glinting under the club’s neon glow. The man in her ass pulled out with a wet pop, replaced instantly by the press of a cold, silicone-covered camera. The operator knelt behind her, adjusting the angle to capture every twitch of her stretched hole. Another man wedged a fat vibrator into her cunt, flicking it on high—the buzz shot through her, making her jerk against the cocks still fucking her mouth. "Live in three," Yamato announced, tapping his phone. The vibrator’s rhythm synced with the thrusts in her throat, each gagging choke now broadcast in high-definition. A producer crouched beside her, pinching her nipple hard as he murmured, "Look at the camera, sweetheart. Show them how much you love it." The feed went live. Chat notifications exploded on the monitors—tips flooding in, requests pinging louder than the bassline. Yamato smirked. "And *that*," he said, dragging a fingertip through the drool on her chin, "is how you go viral." Behind her, the camera pushed deeper.

Yamato snapped his fingers, and three more men stepped forward, stripping efficiently as the crew adjusted their equipment. Another camera angled low, capturing the way her cunt dripped around the vibrator, juices slicking her thighs. The train of men waited—some already stroking themselves, others gripping the base of their cocks to stay hard. The first replacement didn’t bother with preamble. He lined up and drove into her ass in one brutal motion, the stretch drawing a ragged scream from her throat. The camera zoomed in as her hole fluttered around him, the operator murmuring, “Perfect. Hold that expression.” A second man gripped her hips, yanking her onto his cock as the first pulled out—no pause, no mercy. The vibrator’s buzz intensified, making her back arch as the chat flooded with demands: *More. Harder. Make her cry.* Yamato scrolled through the feed, selecting top donors. “Next request—double penetration.” The crew moved fast. A third man knelt, pressing the head of his cock against her abused asshole while the other still pistoned into her cunt. They pushed in together, stretching her beyond thought. “Good,” Yamato said, tapping his glass. “Now scream for them.”

The scream tore from her throat as the two cocks forced her wider, the stretch burning in the best way. The camera caught every second—her lips parted, eyes rolling back, body trembling between them. The men found a rhythm, grinding deeper with each thrust, their hips slapping against her skin. A fourth man stepped up, dragging the head of his cock along her spit-slicked lips before shoving into her mouth. She gagged, saliva dripping down her chin as he fucked her throat in time with the others. The vibrator buzzed relentlessly, her clit throbbing under the stimulation, pleasure coiling tight. Yamato’s voice cut through the haze. “Chat wants you to come.” The producer twisted her nipple sharply, fingers digging into her flesh. The pain spiked through her, tipping her over the edge. Her body convulsed, cunt clenching around the cock inside her as her climax ripped through her. The monitors lit up with cheers, tips pouring in. “Again,” Yamato ordered. The men didn’t slow down.

Yamato gestured to the crew, and the train lurched forward, the rhythmic clatter of wheels on tracks syncing with the thrusts of the men using her. The carriage swayed, forcing the cock in her ass to sink deeper, drawing a choked sob from her lips. The cameras adjusted, zooming in on the way her body jolted with every jostle of the train, the movement making the men groan. Outside, fields blurred past the windows—privacy tinting kept prying eyes out, but the crew inside had a clear view of every obscene angle. Yamato leaned against the plush seating, sipping whiskey as he monitored the live feed. *"Countryside view, exclusive access—bid higher if you want control of the vibrator."* The tips surged instantly. Another man stepped up, gripping her hair to yank her head back. "Open." She obeyed, tongue out, and he spat into her mouth before shoving his cock back between her lips. The producer cranked the vibrator to its highest setting, and her scream was muffled by the thick shaft fucking her throat. Yamato smirked. *"Next stop—five more cocks."*

The train rattled around a sharp bend, flinging one of the men forward—his cock plunged impossibly deeper, forcing a guttural cry from her as her spine arched off the bench. Yamato’s laughter cut through the groans, his fingers tapping commands into the app controlling the vibrator. “Chat says you can take more,” he murmured, turning the intensity up another notch. A new pair of hands gripped her hips, spreading her cheeks wider as a fresh cock pressed against her already-stretched ass. She gasped, muscles fluttering around the intrusion as he forced himself in, the stretch bordering on pain. The men surrounding her groaned approval, their pace turning brutal, hips pistoning in rough unison. One grabbed her throat, tilting her head back to meet his gaze as he fucked her mouth harder. “Swallow.” His voice was rough, commanding. She choked around him, throat working as pre-come dripped down her chin. Yamato checked the feed, grinning at the skyrocketing numbers. “Good girl. Now hold still—they’re lining up for round two.”

The carriage door slid open and another wave of men filed in, already unbuckling their belts as they closed in on her. Yamato swirled his whiskey. "Count them," he ordered, watching her eyes widen at the fresh onslaught. One man dragged her off the bench, pinning her knees wide as he pushed into her dripping cunt, the others circling like wolves—hands groping, slapping, marking. "One," she gasped, nails digging into the upholstery as another cock nudged at her swollen lips. "Two." A thick palm clamped over her mouth as the next shoved in beside the first, stretching her obscenely. The stretch burned. "Three," she whimpered against his fingers. Yamato leaned forward, voice low. "Louder. The viewers can't hear you." The train hit a rough patch of track, jolting the men deeper. "F-four!" she cried, back arching as a third cock forced its way into her ass. The men groaned, hips snapping in a relentless rhythm, her body used like a flesh-and-blood toy. "Good," Yamato purred. "Now beg for the rest."

The train screeched to a halt, but the pounding rhythm didn’t stop—if anything, it grew rougher as fresh bodies flooded the compartment. More hands, more belts snapping open, more hungry murmurs as the newcomers jostled for position. She barely had time to inhale before another cock shoved past her lips, thick enough to make her jaw ache instantly. "Five," she slurred around the intrusion, drool dripping down her chin. A sharp slap landed on her ass as someone lined up behind her, his grip bruising as he forced her thighs wider. "Six," she gasped, the stretch bordering on unbearable as he bottomed out in one brutal thrust. The men already inside her didn’t slow, their rhythm turning erratic as the new arrivals took their turns. Yamato’s fingers tapped another command into the app, and the vibrator inside her pulsed violently. Her scream was muffled by the cock fucking her throat, her body convulsing around the relentless invasion. "Seven!" The number tore from her as someone grabbed her hips and buried himself to the hilt in her ass. The men groaned approval, their hands roaming, squeezing, marking her skin as they claimed their turns. Yamato smirked. "Only halfway there, baby. Open wider."

Yamato’s thumb flicked across the screen—another command sent. The vibrator inside her twisted sharply, its deep, buzzing pulse shifting into a rapid, punishing stutter that made her vision blur. "Eight!" she sobbed, the word breaking as the man in her mouth fucked deeper, his grip tangled in her hair. Another cock prodded at her tight, swollen entrance, already stretched to the limit. "Please—nngh—*please*—!" Yamato tilted his head. "That’s not a number." The vibrator surged again, and her thighs trembled violently. "N-nine!" she choked out as the ninth man forced his way in, her cunt fluttering around the brutal stretch. The men growled, hands tightening on her hips, her breasts, her throat, as they fucked her raw. Someone pinched her clit hard, sending a jolt of pain and pleasure up her spine. "Ten," she gasped, the count dissolving into a moan as the vibrator’s rhythm synced with the thrusts, pushing her closer to the edge. Yamato’s smile was razor-sharp. "Good girl. Now hold it."

Yamato tapped the screen again—this time, the vibration splitting into two distinct pulses, one buried deep in her cunt, the other suddenly humming to life against her clit. She arched, a strangled cry tearing from her throat as the dual stimulation sent shocks of pleasure through her already overstimulated body. "Hold still," Yamato ordered as another man stepped forward, pressing the cold, slick tip of a fresh vibrator against her asshole. With a rough push, he seated it inside her, the vibrations rippling through her clenched walls. "Fuck—*fuck*—!" she gasped, her entire body trembling under the assault of three relentless vibrations, each one set to a different rhythm. The men fucking her only drove harder, their grunts mingling with the wet slap of skin as they used her to the edge of oblivion. Yamato watched, fingers poised. "Now we see how long you last."

Yamato swiped the screen—twin motors whirred to life. The first, a sleek bullet, pressed between her lips, filling her mouth with its relentless buzz, muffling her choked moans. The second, a flat, wide disc, slid between her heaving tits, the vibrations making her nipples stiffen impossibly harder against the crushing grip of the men pinning her down. Her body was a live wire now, every nerve alight—cunt clenching around the overlapping pulses inside her, ass fluttering against the deep, grinding rhythm, tongue trapped under the merciless thrum in her mouth. The fourth vibrator sent shockwaves through her chest, her tits bouncing with each brutal thrust from the men driving into her. "T-twelve—!" she tried to gasp around the toy, but the number dissolved into a shuddering wail. Yamato’s grin was dark. "Count properly," he warned, thumb hovering over the intensity setting. The men laughed, their hands tightening, hips slamming harder as her body convulsed between them.

Yamato’s thumb came down hard on the screen—every vibrator surged at once, their patterns syncing into a brutal, unrelenting tempo. Her scream was swallowed by the toy in her mouth, her body bowing off the surface beneath her as pleasure detonated inside her like a live grenade. The man at her cunt snarled, fingers digging into her hips as he pistoned into her, each thrust forcing the vibrating length inside her deeper. The one at her ass didn’t let up either, his cock dragging against the buzzing plug, the dual sensation making her muscles spasm wildly around him. The disc between her tits slid higher, trapping her swollen nipples beneath it, the vibrations so intense her vision blurred at the edges. "T—thirteen!" she barely managed, spit slicking the bullet in her mouth as tears streaked her cheeks. Yamato tutted, fingers flicking across the screen—another setting, another wave of agony-tinged ecstasy. "Louder," he commanded, just as the man behind her leaned down, biting the curve of her shoulder. The sharp pain tipped her over—her orgasm ripped through her like a current, her body seizing as she came with a broken, muffled scream. The men didn’t stop.

Yamato swapped the buzzing toys with sleek, black devices—each one fitted with a tiny lens at the tip. The bullet between her lips now recorded every twitch of her tongue, every choked gasp as its vibrations resumed, stronger this time. The one nestled between her tits pressed harder, sending shockwaves through her chest while its camera captured the bounce of her swollen nipples. "Keep counting," Yamato ordered, zooming in on the feed from the vibrating plug buried deep in her ass—its pulsing rhythm synced perfectly with the thrusts of the man driving into her. The fourth, now lodged firmly against her clit, hummed against her oversensitive flesh, the lens framing every desperate clench of her cunt around the cock pistoning inside her. She tried to scream **"Fourteen!"** but it came out as a garbled moan, spit slicking her chin. The men laughed, their hands gripping tighter as Yamato adjusted the angles, ensuring every shudder, every brutal thrust, every flicker of pleasure-pain was captured in crisp detail. The orgasm tore through her again—uncontrollable, electric—her body writhing under the unrelenting assault of cocks, cameras, and vibration. And still, they didn’t stop.

The man at her cunt growled, his rhythm turning erratic as the camera vibrator against her clit pulsed faster. She could feel his cock throb inside her, the head catching on her swollen walls with every snap of his hips. Behind her, the other man grunted, his fingers digging bruises into her ass as he bottomed out, the plug vibrating in time with his thrusts. Yamato zoomed in on the feed—her stretched cunt, her flushed face, the way her back arched when the man at her mouth yanked her hair back, forcing her to look into the lens. "Say it," he hissed. "F-fifteen!" she gasped, the word breaking as the bullet vibrator in her mouth ratcheted up another level. The orgasm hit her like a live wire—her thighs shook, her cunt clamping down hard enough to wring a ragged groan from the man inside her. The one in her ass slammed deeper, the plug’s vibrations making her scream around the toy as another wave of pleasure crackled through her. Yamato smirked, swiping to a new setting. The cameras pulsed in unison, capturing every second of her unraveling. "Again."

This time, the vibrations didn’t just intensify—they *shifted*, each toy switching to a different pattern in jagged, unpredictable bursts. The plug in her ass stuttered, then buzzed in rapid-fire pulses, mimicking the relentless thrusts of the cock stretching her cunt. The bullet in her mouth flickered between high and low like a cruel tease, while the one against her clit spiraled into a steady, brutal throb that made her hips jerk uncontrollably. Yamato leaned in, adjusting the feed to focus on the slick mess between her thighs—the way her cunt swallowed every inch of cock, the swollen clit twitching under the camera’s relentless pressure. “Louder,” he commanded, thumbing the controls. She sobbed as the vibrations ramped up again. The man behind her growled, his pace turning vicious, hips slamming into her ass hard enough to send the plug grinding deeper. The one at her cunt followed suit, his grip bruising on her hips as he fucked her through the rising tide of sensation. “Sixteen—” she choked out, her voice raw, her body trembling on the edge. The cameras caught the exact moment she shattered—back arching, thighs quaking, cunt clamping down in a vice-like spasm as pleasure exploded through her. The men didn’t slow, their thrusts only growing rougher as they chased their own release, the vibrations pushing her into an endless, breathless freefall. Yamato’s grin was sharp. “Good girl.”

The man at her cunt came first—a rough snarl as his cock jerked inside her, his grip like iron as he buried himself to the hilt. Hot pulses of cum flooded her, the camera capturing every twitch of his shaft as he emptied himself. The vibration against her clit never let up, wringing one more ragged cry from her throat as aftershocks wracked her body. Behind her, the other man growled, his thrusts turning punishing. The plug buzzed wildly, its erratic pattern driving her higher even as she whimpered, oversensitive and shaking. He wasn’t gentle—he didn’t have to be. His fingers dug into her hips hard enough to leave marks as he fucked her ass raw, the slap of skin echoing in time with the hum of the toys. Yamato didn’t adjust the settings. He just watched—her glazed eyes, her slack mouth, the way her body convulsed with every brutal thrust. The bullet between her lips muffled her sobs, making them wet and broken. The man in her ass came with a grunt, his cock throbbing as he filled her. She gasped, oversensitive and trembling, but the vibrations never stopped. The plug kept pulsing, the toy on her clit still throbbed, the bullet in her mouth buzzed relentlessly—Yamato wasn’t done with her yet. "Again," he said, fingers hovering over the controls. She didn’t even try to speak this time—just shuddered, her body no longer her own.

Yamato’s finger tapped the remote—once, twice—and the toys surged with renewed force. The plug twisted inside her ass, alternating between deep pulses and sudden, sharp jolts that made her spine bow. The bullet at her clit switched to an unrelenting high-frequency buzz, sending shocks of sensation straight up her core. Her cunt clenched around nothing, still dripping with cum, as aftershocks blurred into fresh waves of white-hot pleasure. The man who'd just pulled out of her smirked, dragging his cock through the mess between her thighs before slapping it against her swollen clit. "Look at that—still twitching," he muttered, fingers tightening in her hair. "Think she can take another round?" Yamato leaned closer, the camera lens catching the way her pupils were blown wide, her breath coming in shallow gasps. "She doesn’t have a choice." Behind her, the second man didn’t wait—he shoved two fingers into her dripping cunt, curling them up hard. She arched with a ragged cry, the vibrations and the sudden stretch tearing another climax from her before she could even catch her breath. The men laughed, low and dark, as her body convulsed between them. "Good girl," Yamato murmured. "Now let’s see how many more you’ve got left." The toys pulsed in agreement, relentless.

Her vision fractured—white static at the edges, her body wrung out beyond exhaustion. Every nerve screamed, but the relentless assault didn’t stop. The plug twisted deeper, the bullet vibrated hard enough to bruise, and the fingers inside her curled just right— Then nothing. One second she was shuddering, her mouth slack around the buzzing toy, the next—darkness. Her body slumped forward, limp as the men let go, her skin flushed and glistening with sweat, cum, and the slick evidence of her unraveling. Yamato exhaled, thumb pausing on the remote. "Fuck." He reached out, gripping her chin, tilting her face toward the camera. Her lips parted, breath shallow, lashes fluttering but not opening. The bullet fell from her mouth, wet with saliva, still humming against the mattress. The man at her cunt dragged his thumb over her clit, rough, testing. No reaction. He chuckled, swiping through her mess. "Out cold. Thought you said she could take it." Yamato’s grip tightened, then released. He flicked off the toys, the sudden silence sharp. "She did." He adjusted the camera, zooming in on her slack expression, the rise and fall of her chest. "Now let’s see how long it takes for her to wake up—and beg for more."

Yamato reached into the nightstand, producing a slim syringe filled with a clear, viscous liquid. He tapped it once, then gripped her limp arm, sliding the needle into the delicate crease of her elbow with practiced ease. The plunger depressed—slow, deliberate—while the other man peeled back her eyelids, watching for any flicker of consciousness. It hit fast. Her breath hitched first, then her back arched off the bed as if electrocuted. A ragged moan tore from her throat before her eyes even fluttered open—dilated pupils swallowing irises, skin flushing hot beneath their hands. The aphrodisiac burned through her veins, twisting every nerve ending into a live wire. "Fuck, look at her," the second man growled, palming her breast roughly. Her nipples were already pebbled, her cunt clenching around nothing, slick dripping down her thighs. Yamato smirked, dragging his thumb over her lower lip. "Welcome back." He pressed the XTC pill onto her tongue, tilting her head back to force it down. "Now let’s see how loud you scream when you can’t even think straight." Her first scream came as he shoved three fingers into her, curling them hard against her g-spot while the other man pinched her clit between his teeth. The drugs erased any hope of resistance—her hips jerked, desperate, already chasing another brutal peak.

Her screams dissolved into broken, gasping pleas as the drugs and relentless stimulation sent her spiraling. Every inch of her skin felt hypersensitive—the brush of fingers, the scrape of teeth, even the air itself like fire against her flushed body. Yamato didn’t slow down. He twisted his fingers inside her, fucking her with quick, punishing strokes while the other man bit down on her nipple, sucking until she writhed. She tried to push away, but her limbs were leaden—couldn’t move, couldn’t stop the pleasure coiling tighter, hotter, until her vision blurred again. The XTC kicked in fully, wrapping her mind in a hazy, euphoric fog. She whimpered when Yamato pulled his fingers out, only to whine louder as he replaced them with the thick head of his cock, pushing in with one brutal thrust. "Fucking *dripping*," he groaned, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. The other man straddled her face, forcing his length between her lips, filling her mouth until she gagged. Her body was nothing but heat and want, every nerve screaming for more. The slap of skin, the stretch, the suffocating fullness—she came again, shaking apart between them, her cries muffled around the cock fucking her throat.

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The thrusts came harder now, Yamato’s hips slamming into her with a force that drove the breath from her lungs. The other man pulled her head back by her hair, forcing her mouth open wider as he pushed deep, the salt-bitter taste of him flooding her tongue. She couldn’t tell where one sensation ended and the next began—the rough grip on her hip, the ache of being stretched around Yamato’s cock, the slap of flesh so loud it echoed in her ears. Then Yamato’s hand slid between her legs again, his thumb pressing vicious circles against her clit. The overstimulation burned, but the drugs turned pain into rapture, and she arched against him, sobbing as another orgasm tore through her. The man above her groaned, his fingers tightening in her hair. “Gonna make you swallow every drop,” he growled, thrusting harder—faster—until the first hot pulse hit the back of her throat. Yamato didn’t let up, fucking her through it, his teeth bared as he watched her choke. “That’s it,” he rasped. “Take it.”

The man in her mouth pulled out with a wet pop, leaving her lips swollen and glistening. Yamato’s grip on her hip tightened—his rhythm never faltering, each snap of his hips driving her forward. One of the other Yakuza stepped into view, unzipping his pants with a slow smirk. "You think she can handle another?" Yamato chuckled darkly, grinding deeper as he twisted her nipple between his fingers. "She doesn’t get a choice." The new man didn’t wait, shoving his cock against her parted lips. She barely had time to gasp before he filled her mouth again, her jaw straining. Tears spilled down her cheeks as Yamato fucked her relentlessly, his thumb still working her clit raw. The new angle made his cock hit even deeper, the stretch bordering on unbearable. "Good girl," the third man murmured, watching her throat flutter around his length. "Now swallow." Yamato’s pace turned punishing, his breath hot against her ear. "You’re ours now. Get used to it."